I sat in my apartment, looking out at the rain falling on the Detroit streets. Thunder rumbled like a sleeping beast off in the distance. The telephone rang. I jumped up and answered it.

"Fever, get to headquarters now. Can't say anything on the phone," said a female voice.

"Yes, ma'am," I replied, and I heard a click on the other end.

I got in the car and drove off to the HQ. As I drove through the metal gates in front of the door, I made sure my gun was loaded.

I got up and headed into the main house. Kates sat in the living room, smoking a cigarette and talking to a Russian.

"I don't give a damn, you agreed at five hundred," said Kates.

"Vell, vot do you vant for a ship-load of product?" asked the Russian angrily.

"I don't want a price increase. Get out of my sight," replied Kates angrily.

She fixed him with a deadly stare. Just looking at it could have burned your eyes, but didn't blink as he stood.

"Vou'll regret zis, vou vill," said the Russian, as he approached Kates. He spat on her shoes, and walked out. I prepared to take off after him.

"Don't. Now's not the time, and I don't want Naomi pissed for having to get someone to clean up blood off the carpets," she said in a deathly-quiet voice.

"Yes, ma'am. Did you call for me?" I asked.

She went into the den and I followed her. She took a bottle from under her desk and went to open the lid.

"Please, let me," I said, before she even put her hand on the lid.

She smiled and took the now-opened bottle and poured the amber liquid into a pair of crystal glasses. She handed me one and raised hers.

"Marietta." She took a drink after I repeated. "Now, that Russian that was here, he's the main reason I called you over. You saw him disrespect me, but that's not the half of it. He killed one of the Godmother's men when he went in to make a separate deal with her."

I whistled. "Damn, that guy has balls to deal with Detroit again."

"Yeah. I sent three of our own guys in to try to deal with him, and they're in the hospital now." She drained the remnants of her glass and filled it. "The Godmother is seriously considering going to the mats. We can't let that happen, it'd be disasterous for them AND us. They may not look it or act it, but they are tough and they are smart. Plus they have us outnumbered 2-1. That's where you come in."

To be continued.

Ahh nice story, Helps add a lil role play to the disgraceful thing he did. very nice.

Nice, I enjoyed it.

I sat in a wooden chair opposite the captain of the Russian ammo ship Motherland. He gave me a strange look over the glass of vodka he held in his hand.

"Vell, on ov my men remembers seeing vou vith Kates, the voman vo refused to pay the higher price. Vy do vou come to me?" he asked.

"Well, Demetri, I am unhappy with my life serving Detroit. I wanna help you sell some weapons, make a profit for myself. Everything is tied up there, you can't move a centimeter without stepping on someone's foot," I said casually, taking a sip of the vodka.

He gave me an appraising look, and opened his desk. He pulled a gun on me.

"Do vou really think I believe that bullshit story? Vy do vou think I am stupid?" he demanded angrily.

TO BE CONTINUED....

* Francis swapped his trademark Cognac for a Vodka *

What you say is very interesting my friend, I'm going to put on a fur coat and hat and await more information..

good thread :)

Fever looks at Francis for a minute. "Who are you? Anyway, the end of my story..."

"Fuck," I whispered under my breath.

A Russian guard took me and taped my hands to the chair, while another took some cruel-looking tools from a small backpack.

"If vou survive this, Mr. Fever, I vill be very impressed. Most do not, however," said the Russian captain.

He walked behind me, and another damned Russian walked in front of me, aiming a gun at my face.

"Listen, bitch, let me go and I may spare your life," I said.

The Russians laughed, and I gave a little smirk. With one of my free feet, I gave an upwards kick and kicked the only armed guard in the room in the balls. I jumped up, the tape ripping hair from my arms, grabbed his Thompson, and turned it on the captain and his other guards. I shot the guards and aimed at the captain.

"Listen, I have the money, lots ov the money, please spare me!" he begged.

I smiled, as I walked over to the doors and locked them, and shut the blinds on the windows. With a small desk lamp illuminating the scene, I forced him onto the desk. While he was struggling, I grabbed the bag of sinister-looking tools. I took the most interesting one, a pair of pliers, and forced his mouth open.

"This is for my fellows who you had killed and beaten," I said quietly.

With one hand on his mouth, I ripped five teeth from his mouth. With the bloody molars on his body, I took my knife and cut open a large hole in his wrist. In my rage, I held the hole open and slowly, steadily, let a jar of salt pour into the wound. I finally stuck the knife into his eye. My anger was abated. I took one of the molars and, before I left, spit in his face.

Great Story!

WOW! Very gory ending.. Loved it!! :P